"No," answered Sam. "I've made ten dollars this forenoon, and can afford to take it easy the rest of the day." "Then stay with me until I go. I may have something to say to you." "All right." The three students parted; Jones and Robinson jumping on board a street car, while Brown took Sam to his room. It was not the one in which Sam's initiation had taken place, but another in the same dormitory, and was handsomely furnished. The walls were lined with fine engravings, and various ornaments adorned the mantel. "Brown must be rich," though Sam. "I wish I had such a nice room." "I'm going to read a little Greek," said Brown. "I was away two days last week, and I want to make up the lessons. You may find something on that bookcase to amuse you. Stretch yourself out in that armchair and make yourself comfortable." Sam accepted the invitation willingly. He was not particularly bashful, and made himself quite at home. Most of the books on Brown's shelves struck him as very dry; but he finally found one profusely illustrated, and this entertained him till Brown, after an hour's silence and turning over the pages of his Greek dictionary, closed his books and said: "Well, thank goodness, that job's over!" "Have you got through?" "Yes, for to-day." "Don't it make your head ache to study so hard?" asked Sam, curiously. Brown laughed. "I don't study hard enough to endanger my head," he answered. "I am not likely to become a martyr to science." "You must know a lot," said Sam, opening the Greek book, and surveying the pages with admiring awe. "My Greek professor does not appear to be of that opinion," said Brown, "judging from the way he marks me. However, it is quite possible that he is prejudiced, and can't appreciate modest merit. What have you got there?" "The 'Arabian Nights' Entertainments,'" said Sam. "Do you like it?" "It's tiptop. I wish I had that lamp I've been reading about." "Aladdin's lamp?" "Yes." "What would you do?" "Call for a lot of money." "You are poor," said Brown, thoughtfully, "Yes, I'm about as poor as I want to be. I've been lookin' round for a fortune for five or six years; but I haven't found it yet." "What can you do?" "I was a clerk in New York." "That means an errand boy, doesn't it?" inquired Brown, shrewdly. "Yes," said Sam, not disturbed by being found out. "How much did you receive for your services in New York?" "Five dollars a week," answered Sam, telling the truth, by way of variety. "I am afraid it would be hard to get that in Boston. Are you not fit for anything better?" "I am afraid not," said Sam. "The fact is, I don't know much." "In other words, your education has been neglected." "Yes, it has." "That's in your way. If you wrote a good hand, and were good at figures, you might perhaps do better than become an errand boy, though even then it is doubtful whether you could obtain more than five dollars a week."